I froze at his words. He cried those tears that I was afraid of spilling myself. My numbness burned me; I let those tears fly now to think of him like that. We were both tormented by the trials of this life; trials which had to be endured if we were to continue living.

Bart stood quietly by me, letting me spill my senseless tears with the patience of a saint. I don't know how he managed to tolerate me so well. I didn't even tolerate myself that much.

Bart stood quietly by me, letting me spill my senseless tears. I don't know how he managed to tolerate me so well. I didn't even tolerate myself that much.

Robert would allow me to cry as I desperately needed to. At least he'd understand that this need to keep up a perfect appearance had been slowly killing me. Though I hated to admit it; in some ways, Robert had been right all along. You couldn't live without feeling. Denying yourself was a terrible destructive thing that wore on you.